Corey Root

Author on Reedsy Prompts since Jun, 2023

Stories (4)

4 Stories

59 karma pts

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“Forever Christmas” by Corey Root

Submitted to Contest #284

“Rosco, get off. Get off me! Get off, you crazy pup!” My mangy mutt wakens me with a slobbery good morning before getting in a round of zoomies. I love him, but I’d also like to murder him. Before I do though, I should really brush his teeth I think as I wipe off the sticky goop on my cheek. “Hey, hun, are you awake?” Lorraine, my wife, pops her head in the door, a festive robe tied around her. Wait, it’s Christmas! “Covered in dog slobber. You forget to shut the door?”, I chuckle. “Oooops.” She smiles back, the same one I fell i...

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“A Memory Revisited ” by Corey Root

Submitted to Contest #211

The warmth of the flames licked at the bottom of Ernie’s propped-up feet. Snow continued to fall outside as it had done all day. Ernie’s recliner was positioned next to the window so he could look out, always entranced by snow falling in the nighttime. Nearly imperceptible, so much beauty radiated in what could be perceived. The shadows of each snowflake created a mystical scene, lulling his mind into times of the past. Times that like the flickering, rolling flames of his fireplace spread and enveloped him in comfort and warmth. ...

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“Synthia's Secret” by Corey Root

Submitted to Contest #208

(Contains: Physical violence, gore, or abuse, Mental health/Trauma) “Hi, I’m Synthia! What’s your name?” “Abby.” “It’s great to meet you, Abby. What’s your favorite thing to do on a Saturday morning?” “Drawing pictures.” “Can you draw something for me?” “Sure.” “Abby, we have a new mission! Let’s practice breathing exercises.” “Pffffff.” “Breathing exercises always help me stay relaxed!” “… and then she told me she didn’t want to be friends anymore.” “Thank you for telling me about your day, Abby. Some...

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“Reconstructed Reality ” by Corey Root

Submitted to Contest #203

Cam walked into the Wilderness, eyes jumping around the happy hour crowd looking for Jeremy. He found him sitting at the bar, a pint already dried up, another halfway to the same fate. Squeezing his slender frame through the crowd he hopped on the stool next to Jeremy. “Jesus, man. Save some for the rest of us.” “Rough week at work, those corporate pricks are grinding us to a halt at every step.” “Jack!” Cam swung his arm at the bartender. “Fix me up a tall pint of the Milky Way. Gonna need something to numb my mind before ...

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Author bio

Here to practice my writing skills and create. Open to any and all feedback!